To my dear friend Klonipin,
What would I do without you? I know, I would pace and fret and waste a lot of energy, accomplishing very little. You calm my nerves, help me regain control of my emotions, and allow me to focus a little. However, I find that you demand a price for this brief measure of peace: a piece of my memory or an unquiet rest.
I don’t understand how you can wield such power. Power to rescue, power to curse. You threaten to addict me. And they tell me you are the weakest of your siblings.
And so it is a dance with you, my friend. I will allow you to lead when I have need, but I will leave the floor when I wish it.
It is with great regret that I say we can not stay friends forever.
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